The years pass him bye Like the warinessof Father’s All-seeing eye, Like logs so tacitly tossed into t… Chronus is keeping track we aspire…
Where is the happiness, I was promised? Where is the mirth & joy, The contentment Is it a ploy?
Why is blood the color red? Is it because our Creator wants Us to notice it when shed? Like taking in a blood-red sunset, Or when we are alarmed
I know my own destiny, My future is finally cast, All my life has been in motion, To this point in time is vast, Now that I’m here
Writing & reading poetry Is delicious, Like smelling & eating Mom’s Apple pie without the dishes, What is life for but
Trees are gentle giants That scrape the sky With their groping grace, Timeless & motionless They mirror 'God The Father’s
To honour one’s predecessors, Is deserving & kind, Especially ones of the same name So fine, James Dickey writes 'Deliverance’
To love God Is to desire Him, This is the source Of my pleasure, I no longer seek
My imagination is the canvass, The world-my paints, Language-my brush, Words & ideas-the strokes.
I love to wear pretty pink panties, Under my dress, The fact that I’m a man underneat… Could be anyone’s guess;
God is perfect Religions are not, Humanities effort To reach heaven Is frought with imperfections,
My favorite sounds are of the seas… The bells that end class; the soun… Calling me for supper; the sound o… Having their druthers after the ra… I love the sounds of buttons bounc…
What innocence lives! Found in her sweet face, So pure, simple barely A trace of knowledge, her world is without cares,
I’m back writing again for myself, I’m looking for another to join in… To suffer alone is not dignified… To share the pain is more qualifie… Lord, send me not back here after…
I spied a hummingbird hovering In the garden amidst the bright fl… All artfully arranged & dressed, I felt a warm zephyr from the west… It refeshed me with vigor & zest,